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AW Gray May 2018
The green is now brown
Poison symbiont in you
Heaven and hell here

Moments pass in bliss,
Lost in your purgatory,
May this never end.

The bliss falls away,
From sickness unto your death,
This will be your end.
I wake up every morning
It always starts the same
Trying to remember yesteday
It's just part of the game

Lord, I can't go on not remembering last night
I can't keep livin' hard I must confess
Lord, I 'm here to say I'm not drinking anymore
But, then again, I ain't drinking any less

I'm not drinking anymore
I'm not drinking any less
I'm tired of sleeping on the floor
My life is one hot mess

A room of empty bottles
Ashtrays full up to the brink
I look at them and all I feel
Is that I need another drink

This can't go on forever
I can't deal with all the stress
I'm not drinking anymore
But, I ain't drinking any less

Lord, I can't go on not remembering last night
I can't keep livin' hard I must confess
Lord, I 'm here to say I'm not drinking anymore
But, then again, I ain't drinking any less
Olivia May 2018
Are you perhaps, bored of me?
Was i boring
Did I ignore you?

I'm sorry..
I need you
You're the only one who understands

If you're ever bored,
Please tell me
You're important to me

If you ever left me, I think that I might,
I might,
Quit

This game of life,
It may be easy for others,
But for me it's hard

But when I met you,
You made it easier,
You showed me a way,

A way to cheat the game,
When you first introduced me the idea
I was against it,

But when I tried it,
It made feel....
Better

So thank you, for showing me,
Even if most people are against drugs,
It sent me to a happier place,

I thought that it was the best for me,
But I was too blind to realize that,
It was you who was the best for me

Even if you were the one who introduced me to drugs,
You were a great man

¿Bye?
Jasmine Reid Apr 2018
The chilling wind that drops it's temperature as Autumn sets in with the now crumbling leaves that begin to fall in the chill of approaching winter.

How I used to smile and laugh before was a month ago, I often think to myself that I should stand in the rain, and be drenched in the tears that God whimpers out over our pitiful humanity
Life is a never ending struggle designed that way.
Designed for disaster.

Paper holds more value to someone then anothers life.
A chase kiss holds more passion then a one night stand.
An animal keeps the runt for as long as possible, while humans discard their own.

We pay, we trade, we slaughter, we cower.
His grip is strong, pinning me down with ease by my wrists, I have no hope. But yet I keep fighting back, trying to slap the girl who keeps crawling back to those pills and that **** needle she feels so lonely without.
Hypnotic in the moment he is, slowly holding out my arm with an injection in the other hand, letting the needle scrape against my skin gently, before piercing the cold flesh.

I'm addicted to this pain that I keep constantly feeling all because I get a head turn or even one word to leave your mouth. I'm in a tranquil garden of lies that I hide behind my "Okay" facade.
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carminayasmin Apr 2018
As if I’m going to wash my sins,
by finding a substance so viscous - to annihilate the acid
that seeps through me.

Perhaps it’s you refilling my first glass,
which is dried up by 11,
and replenished by 5 past.

Must I keep forcing it down my refusing gut,
so I can bare the stutter drooling,
crumbling, out your teeth.

Till I’ve sipped needlessly on your lies
and fell drunken on your delusional fables.

Now I’m slurring in my nights,
awoke, still high on your acid.
Eyes are bulging, bloodshot
from you firing bullets of your decaying  burden.

-

As I walk I stumble,
diverging around solum streets.
Crows peck at my skin, to prompt me at sunrise.

Now and again I revisit
the morsels I had collected from the bottom of your chalice.
Savouring as I gulp down my regret.
Desperately urging to be hungover your reveries
one last time.
11 April, 00:31
I’m preparing myself for it all one day
Christina Apr 2018
I am a love addict.

In this harsh climate
I'll take what I can get

But don't forget I am not proud of this, no.

Sometimes I pluck the leaves off dead trees
and string a garland around my neck
because I want to be reminded of your sweet scent.

Musky, full-mooned nights,
the frosted soil in the garden where in summer we laid,
the last days of autumn.


I haven't been without a lover in ten years.
My mother tells me I need to slow down
that I need to find myself and find God.

The only type of slowing down
that works for me is when I want to make love
and there is no need to find "myself"
by cosmic law, that is fluctuating everyday
and as the Hindus say,

I
AM
GOD.
I took a long hiatus from writing, breaking the silence with a poem longer than 50 words feels good. When the Muse runs through...
The Whisper Apr 2018
The weight of my thoughts;
This “pain” that I feel;
I wonder how much of it
Truly, is real.

Neglecting my health;
I seek comfort in vices;
Like cannabis, or nicotine.
But at least I’m not a drunk.

Yet I find myself in pain;
Itching for a taste;
For a glimmer of solace.
Just a promise of peace.

What am I craving?
What am I yearning for?
So I can feel high?
Or because I’m just bored?

I need something.
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